After driving along the airport expressway beyond the toll station in South City for a while, I turned onto a small road and finally reached the agreed venue. It was still pitch-black. Only a few scattered cars sat in the parking lot, while the stage at the venue had already been set up. Otherwise, I would not have been able to confirm that this was the place.
It seemed the Aristocratic Clans did not think much of Rogue Cultivators. In the dead of night, I released the Black-Furred Hou to keep watch, then climbed into the back seat and went to sleep, waiting for the appointed time.
I did not wake until the sky began to brighten.
Quite a few Arcane Sect cultivators gradually gathered at the venue. Most were under forty, and without exception, they were all Rogue Cultivators. But even when Rogue Cultivators met, they were not all friendly and united. Several groups had gathered on their own, each fighting its own battle.
This was why the Aristocratic Clans were united while the Rogue Cultivators were fragmented. Without rules, even a circle could not be drawn.
Several small platforms had already been set up beside the stands. Three middle-aged men dressed like grandmasters sat there, recording names on a list.
A crowd was cutting in line to register—roughly a hundred people. I sighed, seized the chance to sleep a little longer, and when I woke, it was already nine o'clock.
After watching everyone finish registering, I got out of the car and leisurely went over to write down my own name.
"You're Xia Yitian?" The three men focused their eyes on me and rose in unison.
"What's wrong?" I was taken aback and nearly jumped.
"Haha, Young Master Xia, thanks for your effort. The eldest Young Master Xia